Lyrics Mr. Stupid - Richard Thompson, Richard Thompson feat. Michael Jerome, Danny Thompson, Taras Prodaniuk, Pete Zorn

Mr. Stupid

Sweet Warrior
Mr. Stupid
If I say what’s on my mind dear
The judge will slap me down
You got me in the corner
And it’s only the second round
So I’ll keep my mouth shut darling
I’ll be quiet as a lamb
And I’ll act just as dumb dear
As you really think I am
I can shake your hand like an orang-utang
Act goofy as a clown
Clear the streets and book your seats
Mr Stupid’s back in town
You can see me shoot right through that hoop
It’s a trick of great renown
Flip your lids and bring the kids
Mr Stupid’s back in town
And when your friends point out you’re stuck with
A neanderthal for an ex
Don’t fret about it darling
I still sign my name on cheques
I could grunt my way through questions
I could scratch myself and howl
I could numb you with my dumbness
I could lay it on with a trowel
I can shake your hand like an orang-utang
Act goofy as a clown
Clear the streets and book your seats
Mr Stupid’s back in town
O Mr Stupid’s back in town
Mr Stupid’s back in town
Mr Stupid’s back in town
On your thirty seventh birthday
When he handed you that mink
Did you still feel like a victim
With your elbows in the sink?
But I’ve said too much already
Now I think I’ll step aside
My alter ego’s ready
For any questions on your mind
I can shake your hand like an orang-utang
Act goofy as a clown
Clear the streets and book your seats
Mr Stupid’s back in town
You can see me shoot right through that hoop
It’s a trick of great renown
Flip your lids and bring the kids
Mr Stupid, Mr Stupid’s back in town